With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

"Rumor has it that the Sword Demon’s Demon Intent Sword seems to have originated from this city."

"How come I have no impression of this city?"

"Moxing City? It seems quite prosperous."

People from the Jianghu, full of Qi-blood, obviously practitioners, curiously observed the city.

After searching fruitlessly, they left after indulging in food and drink in this city.

Liu Wu was in the blacksmith’s shop, as usual, wielding the iron hammer, striking out sparks one after another.

Several years passed again.

"Search!"

"Find it for me!"

"This is the Sword Demon’s hometown. He will surely come here when he’s at his wit’s end!"

A group of black-clad knights sped down the street in the storm, even the usually arrogant constables didn’t dare provoke them.

Their bodies carried the scent of blood, they were desperate adventurers of the Jianghu.

In the evening, Liu Wu looked at the weather, tapped his old waist, and decided to close the shop since no one would come due to this grim weather.

"Bang."

A young man rushed into the shop.

His eyes were bloodshot, holding a broken sword in his hand.

"Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu, I beg you to forge me another sword."

"I want to avenge! I want to avenge!"

The blacksmith just calmly glanced at him, making the youth quiet down immediately.

"There are swords everywhere, just pick one."

"No, Uncle Liu, I want the Demon Intent Sword!"

The youth knelt, kowtowing to Liu Wu.

If people from the Jianghu were present, they would be utterly shocked; this was the infamous Sword Demon who had killed countless.

How could he kneel before an unimposing middle-aged man?

"The swords here are all the same."

The Sword Demon was taken aback, then scrambled to the wall adorned with longswords, touching each one; the feel was familiar.

A glimpse of greed flashed in his eyes.

But the greed was quickly suppressed.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

The Sword Demon picked up a longsword and dashed into the rain.

After a while, faint screams emanated from the rain.

Blood mixed with rainwater flowed downwards.

............

Liu Wu was now sixty-five years old, his hair completely white.

His wife had died, and the shop was managed by his apprentices.

Liu Wu didn’t care if his descendants inherited his business.

Master and apprentice, it was a bond just the same.

The street seemed unchanged, just like decades ago.

Only those walking on the street had changed generations.

It was rare for young people to inquire about the old man’s name.

Seeing the old man sunbathing at the blacksmith shop’s entrance.

Politely, they’d respectfully greet him as Elder Liu, those less polite would directly call him Old Liu.

Old Liu treated both equally, just smiled.

Decades ago, at this blacksmith shop’s entrance, there was also an Old Liu enjoying the sun.

In the shop, there were young men hammering iron with bare chests.

Even girls wiping sweat off the men’s faces.

Old Liu didn’t want to reminisce, just wished to comfortably sunbathe and enjoy his old age.

Best to live up to seventy, then even the County Magistrate would have to kowtow to him.

This was Old Liu’s only extravagant wish to live on.

He had lost his wife, his master, only the blacksmith shop remained.

"Divine Sword Sect is handling affairs, everyone clear the way."

Noise rose again from the street’s end.

Old Liu’s wrinkled old face furrowed again.

He despised these people the most, just as books said, knights violated prohibitions with martial force.

Teams of white-clad swordsmen watched vigilantly around, in their center, were a high sedan chair carried by four men.

A white-clad, elegant middle-aged man came down from the sedan chair.

"Isn’t that the Sect Leader of Divine Sword Sect?"

"Is he quite formidable?"

"I used to wander the Jianghu. If it weren’t for being injured and taken in by my master, I might have been a Great Hero. Divine Sword Sect is a giant in the Jianghu."

"What brings them to our Moxing City?"

In the crowd’s gaze, the white-clad middle-aged man arrived in front of Old Liu, performing a disciple rite and kowtowed twice to him.

"Uncle Liu, I’ve come."

Everyone was astonished in place.

Old Liu still lay leisurely in the wooden chair, seemingly recalling something, then suddenly realizing.

"I remember you, Little Li."

"The sword you took from my house before hasn’t been paid for yet."

"The first one was a gift to you, but the last one wasn’t!" Old Liu said naggingly.

The middle-aged man wiped away his emotional tears and hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes."

However, there was something else in his eyes.

Old Liu paused, as if he noticed something, and patted the middle-aged man’s head.

"Little Li, is someone bullying you again? Tell Uncle Liu, and he’ll stand up for you!"

This notorious Sword Demon, who had killed countless people and founded the top sect in the Jianghu, the Divine Sword Sect, actually shed tears at this moment.

It was an afternoon just like this, twenty or thirty years ago.

He was bullied by his companions in an alley when the tall Uncle Liu passed by and scared away those kids without saying a word.

Since then, he had been determined to learn martial arts, constantly thinking about having Uncle Liu craft a good sword for him.

Unexpectedly, that seemingly ordinary iron sword became a formidable weapon, helping him to dominate the Jianghu.

Yet now, it also brought him immense trouble.

"Uncle Liu, I..." The middle-aged man restrained his emotions and stopped talking, intending to leave.

"Hahahaha."

"Grandmaster Li."

"So those treasures... come from this shop, right?"

There was a voice of astonishment from the crowd.

Several figures descended from the sky.

Were those... Immortal Masters!?

"Heavenly materials and earthly treasures belong to those who are virtuous."

"I wonder what materials these Artifact Embryos are made of, that even mortals can shape them into prototypes with such great power."

The two ethereal Immortal Masters laughed uncontrollably.

They greedily rushed into the blacksmith shop, caressing one iron sword after another.

Among them were many ordinary items, but there were also some extraordinary ones.

"Artifact Embryos..."

"Those are things that only a Golden Core Master can possess..."

"Heaven blesses our Niu Family!"

"Hahaha, Master Li, our assistance to you was not in vain, you’ve finally presented us with a great gift."

The two Immortal Masters laughed wildly.

Old Liu looked at Little Li beside him, trembling and unable to speak.

Old Liu seemed to travel back to that afternoon.

He slowly stood up.

Saying, "Little Li, don’t be afraid, I am here..."

He puffed out his chest.

As if he was ready to scare away the bullies again with his large stature.

The old man trembled as he puffed out his chest.

"Old fool, do you even dare?"

"Those are Immortal Masters!"

"The six major sects all follow the Immortal Masters!"

In the sky, a streak of Flowing Light flew by.

Then paused slightly.

"Senior Brother, these insignificant Cultivation Clans are too unruly, bullying even ordinary weaklings."

"Junior Sister, you’re too kind; they’re just ants, why bother."

"Shishishishishi........!"

"What’s wrong, Junior Sister?"

A brilliant light shot up from the ground.

All of Moxing City began to appear illusionary.

Within the illusion, there remained only the singular truth.

That hunched old man with white hair.

The old man slowly straightened his back, donning a black robe.

In an instant, his appearance transformed.

A flash of Spiritual Light flickered within his mind.

The Nascent Soul spewed forth, with colorful clouds filling the sky.

In an instant, the Divine Thought accumulated over three reincarnation cycles shattered the Heart Demon barriers.

The True Essence erupted and surged.

In that instant, his mind connected with heaven and earth.

Colorful clouds filled the sky, golden lotuses bloomed from the earth, purple energy surged from the east, and ten thousand immortals bowed.

This is Divinity Transformation!

"I, Xiang Wuji, have attained the Dao today!"

The sound of the Great Dao faded, calling out to the heavens and the earth as a new Divinity Transformation Venerable emerged.

From the ground, regardless of one’s sect or cultivation, all bowed in this direction, not to anything else but to one identity: a Human Race Divinity Transformation!

Moxing City, along with the land within a thousand square miles, turned to nothingness.

Or rather, this land itself was just an illusion created by Xiang Wuji.

The so-called Mortal Transformation never truly referred to transforming mortals, but rather... the mundane world!

Yet the ignorant people can never see through even a hint of it.